Kentucky River
Vol. VII; No. 5
May j g g i
H ere is a young man who w as born in an obscure village, the child o f a peasant woman. H e grew up in another village. H e worked in a carpenter shop until H e w as an itinerant preacher... H e never wrote a book. H e never held an office. H e never ow ned a home. H e never had a fa m ily . H e never w ent to college. H e never p u t H is fo o t inside a big city. H e never traveled 2 0 0 m iles fro m the place where H e w as born. H e never d id one o f the things that usually accompany greatness. H e had no credentials but H im self. W hile H e w as s till a yo u n g man the tide o f public opinion turned against H im . H is frien d s ran away. H e w as turned over to H is enemies. H e w ent through the mockery o f a trial. H e w as nailed to a cross between tw o thieves. W hile H e w as dying, H is executioners gam bled fo r the only piece o f property H e had on earth, and that w as H is coat. W hen H e w as dead H e w as laid in a borrowed grave through the p ity o f a frien d . N ineteen centuries w ide have come and gone, and today H e is the centralfig u re o f the hum an race and the leader o f the column o f progress. I am fa r w ithin the m ark when I say that a ll the armies that ever marched, and a ll the navies that ever sailed, and a ll the parliam ents that ever sat, and a ll the kings that ever reigned, p u t together, have not ajfectecd the life o f man upon this earth as has that One Solitary L ife.
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Contributed by: James Hunter Brattleboro, Vermont
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